There's always something at the bottom of it, you may bet.

It's my belief he's one too many for you, Harriet; you're too simple-minded to catch him." "I'll have a good try, though," cried the girl, deadly pale with passion.

"Perhaps I'm not so simple as you think.

I'm pretty quick in tumbling to things--no fear.

If they think I don't notice what goes on, they must take me for a damned silly fool, that's all! Why, I've seen them wink at each other, when they thought I wasn't looking." "You're not such a fool as to leave them alone together ?" said the woman, who seemed to have a pleasure in working upon Harriet's jealousy.
"No fear! But they understand each other; I can see that well enough.
And he writes to her; I'm dead sure he writes to her.